"I like how you think," Gary huffs at Iskierka, which is his attempt at actual laughter before he realizes, oh wait, that really fucking hurts, holy shit what the fuck is wrong with his side, oh god ow. His smile melts into a pained grimace as he reaches for the offending spot above his hip, and is immediately alarmed to find his clothes warm and soaked. Haruto's protests come at about the same time Gary pulls his hand away; it comes back covered in fresh blood, which is apparently news to him by the way he stares at it like he's holding someone else's severed arm.

"I...huh." Gary blinks, dumbly, and makes some attempt to twist around and see the full extent of the damage. He doesn't get very far before wincing back. "--Ahh, shit. That explains a lot. How bad...?"